Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.